the waist, revealed his hairy tanned and well rounded chest. The full sleeves of his shirt rippled in the salt breeze as the ship gained momentum under full sail.
At his waist was a crimson sash and a leather scabbard. The scabbard held his razor-sharp sword, a sword that was feared around the world. His legs were encased in black leather boots into which his black pantaloons were neatly tucked.
The name Long Cock Fisher was feared and respected on the seven seas by the men who sailed them. And, his cock was feared and respected on every continent by the women who were lucky enough to fall under it. He was a man to be reckoned with on every level and at every turn.
His loyal crew of cutthroats would defend him and the ship to the very death. He gave them battle. He provided them with the means of their wealth through plunder, and his mighty reputation kept them in women when they were in port. What more could lusty, brawling men want?
Under full sail, the pirate ship closed the gap between itself and its quarry. When it came within hailing distance, Captain Long Cock Fisher ordered the awesome pirate flag to be hoisted.
The British galleon seemed to hang motionless in the water as if it momentarily held its breath under the shock of this bad news. Then suddenly the ship came alive and Long Cock could see the sailors scurrying to their pitiful little gun mounts.
Before long the battle was on. Guns blazed from both ships, firing volley after volley of shot across each other's bows. But the British ship's sailors were no match for the pirates with their artillery and cunning. They were battle-hardened men who made each shot pay.
Almost before the British knew what had happened, the pirate ship's grappling hook had landed on its deck, and the boarding nets soon followed.
It was a short, bloody battle. The smoke filled air carried the sounds of the screaming voices of the maimed and dying. Long Cock directed the battle from the captain's deck. His face was flushed with excitement, his body keyed to the thrill of battle!
Then, all was quiet. The battle was over. The British ship was his!
His joyous men greedily ransacked the ships carting booty back, squabbling over the division of goods. Long Cock's first mate, a lean, strong, lascivious Arab, marched a bevy of women across the boarding planks to the captain's bridge and lined them up for his inspection.
For the most part they were an ordinary lot, plump young girls, skinny old women. All cowering, clinging to each other, sobbing and quaking with fear. All of them, that is, except one. She stood staunchly upright, shushing two women at her side with comforting sounds, but all the while looking at Long Cock with hatred and defiance.
Long Cock grunted to his first mate, Ahab. Without hesitation, Ahab walked over to the girl, and with a leer he wrenched her loose from her companions. Grabbing her by the arm, and with his other hand in the small of her back, he shoved her violently toward Long Cock. It was such a violent shove that the girl stumbled and fell at the feet of the captain.
Long Cock smiled. As she raised herself to her knees, he could look down into the front of her dress where two enormous rounded orbs seemed to be struggling to bounce out of the confines of her bodice.
'Take her to my cabin,' Long Cock said curtly. 'Take your pick, and then turn the rest over to the men after they have finished with the ship.'
His first mate leered again, and obeyed the orders. After Long Cock Fisher had assured himself that things were proceeding as usual with his men, who were systematically strip ping the British vessel of its valuables, he left the bridge and headed for his cabin.
A smile played over his lips as he envisioned the pleasure that awaited him with the girl below. She had spirit. He liked women with spirit. And the excitement and thrill of battle always left him with an animal-like sexual hunger. He knew she would satisfy it to the fullest!
He entered the cabin and noted to his satisfaction that his first mate had secured the girl to one of the upright supporting posts, her hands securely tied behind it.
Wordlessly, he walked over to his enormous wooden desk, unbuckled his wide sword belt and carefully placed it and the sword on the desk. He poured himself a large wine glass fun of vintage wine taken as booty from a Spanish galleon, walked around to the front of the desk and hunkered down on it with the grace of a leopard.
Sipping from the wine glass, he slowly and deliberately eyed the young prize before him, taking in every detail, savoring her in much the same way as he was savoring the fine wine in his glass.
She had flaming red hair that hung in a thick curly mass around her beautifully sculptured heart-shaped face. Her liquid-blue eyes stared at him, sparks of hatred and defiance shooting out at him like streaks of fire. Her high cheekbones were crimson with anger, making a brilliant contrast to the pale fine textured skin of her face so white it almost looked transparent. Her full red lips were drawn into a hard line that, far from detracting from her beauty, added to it.
Her creamy-smooth shoulders were bared by the rough handling she had had at the hands of the first mate. The bodice of her long dress cut a ridge across her big bosom. With her hands tied behind the post, her chest was forced outward, and the big orbs, forced huge and tight against the bodice of her dress, looked as though they would force the fine cotton material to rip and bounce them into freedom.
Long Cock smiled, took a deep draught of the wine and licked his lips lasciviously. He loved big titted women. In his mind he pictured the moment when he would cup those big orbs in his hands and suck them into his hungry mouth.
The girl stood quiet, growing even more defiant under the lewd scrutiny of this rugged man with the animal- like eyes. Desperately she tried to think of a way to save herself from the frightening fate she could see pictured in his sex-hungry eyes.
Long Cock was enjoying the sensation of the steady growth of arousal he was feeling for this girl. He could almost feel the blood rushing through his veins as he scanned the line of her torso down to the tiny waist, pinched even smaller by the tightly pulled laces of her dress.
Slowly he visually coursed her body, tracing the line of her beautifully rounded hips easily imagining her rounded thighs and shapely legs. He traced the imaginary line down to the fragile feet and ankles that showed beneath the folds of the hem of her long dress.
By now the girl was angered and enraged by his visual undressing. When his eyes had finished at her feet and moved back to study the area of her crotch, she could keep quiet no longer.
'Pig!' she screamed at him. 'What do you want with me?'
Long Cock stopped in the middle of a sip of wine. He looked her straight in the eye with a lustful face and smiled.
'Don't you dare touch me!' she screamed at him.
'What's your name?' he asked abruptly, ignoring her words.
She fell silent and stood sullen and defiant.
'Your name?' Long Cock suddenly bellowed in a voice that shot her through with fear.
Her voice trembling slightly, she still man aged a defiant reply. 'Elizabeth O'Neil.'
'Well, Beth, my girl,' Long Cock Fisher said, carefully setting down his wine glass on the top of the desk, 'do you know who I am?'
'You're a pig!' she answered acidly, having gathered up her courage again.
'Maybe so,' said Long Cock, easing himself off of the desk like a tightly coiled spring, 'but the name is Fisher, Captain Long Cock Fisher,' and he drawled the syllables out, giving an added heft to their meaning.
Beth gasped. She had known this tall, lean, tanned, good-looking man was no ordinary man. But never had she dreamed he was the dreaded scourage of the sea, Long Cock Fisher. Suddenly she had a new appraisal of her danger. Stories of his conquests rang in her head. Her knees quaked under her long skirts, but her courage did not leave her. Still, she didn't trust her voice enough to speak.
Long Cock, his eyes now homed in on those big orbs, took a step closer to her. He wanted to see those big boobs. Every inch of them. He wanted to see every square inch of their luscious roundness out in the open. His temples were throbbing. His blood was hot with lust. His animal sexual hunger, heightened by the heady Spanish wine, gnawed at his entrails.
Quickly he covered the distance between them. Both of his huge hands shot out and in a lightening, savage movement, he had grasped the edges of her bodice over each breast and ripped her garment straight down to her
